‘Hi, I’m
Ed, just thought I’d come and say hello’.
No
response. The Olympics does that to a person.
‘I’m
working at the ExCeL-‘
‘So am I.
It’s boring’.
It crushes your soul.
So far
I’ve veered from the unfailingly cheerful and tangibly excited, to the rude and
near-dead. I know which I prefer.
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| Due diligence |
I spent
much of the afternoon performing due diligence on the area. Now most people
would look to see where the station, launderette and nearest supermarket are.
On the other hand, I collected and collaged the inside of my tent with
approximately fifty takeaway leaflets. Good to see the Olympics has inspired me
to get into shape. Twickenham High Street scores highly on the unofficial Ed Higgs guide to High Streets, with
plentiful takeaways and Yummie Mummies, yet is knocked down to 7/10 by the
faint smell of horse shit which pervades the area. Ahead of Droitwich but
behind Leamington Spa.
For the
rest of the evening, I sat and watched the Opening Ceremony. I never thought,
when London won the bid in 2005, that I’d be sat watching it in an abandoned
sports hall on an 18 inch Panasonic that still had a video tray and a back on
it. 3D? The dimensions of the television.
I had a
strange, out-of-body experience during the Opening Ceremony. I think I may have
been visited by three ghosts. Olympics Past, Present and Future. At the start,
I sat snarling and snorting in derision, yet by the end, I was transfixed, like
watching a cat lick itself. It was brilliant. It had humour and warmth, but a
school play has humour and warmth. It needed a wow-factor. And the Queen
provided that. I’d watch it again and again.
RIP
Olympic Cynicism.
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